An–, GREEK: without.
–Orexis, GREEK: appetite.
It’s true enough.
I lost my hunger for just about everything:
Love, fun, people.
I hungered only for hunger,
And hunger meant control.
I probably would have dragged
My unfed muscles
Across a mile of
Shattered Willow pattern crockery,
Just to hit a calorie deficit.
And what do we see,
Depicted in said fragments?
A father’s consternation, blue.
A sister’s muted concern, white.
Friends smashed, morals smashed,
My feet blooded, a celery heart in each hand.
Writing on the topic proves challenging.
Not emotionally– I’m a certified sharer–
My brain’s changed;
I find it hard now to pull on that old suit–
It’s a tight fit.